In the beginning it was fan-fic. From one character that was my own introduction came a background. This background shaped itself into my main character. The other two "parts" of Marcus came along and explained themselves--like the two children under Christmas future's cloak they were my main character's flaws.
From there the story was planted in my head like a thunder bolt, only A through Z did not include the letters in between. I wrote the story but it wasn't what one might call "publishable"; fun for friends to read but not anything that would bring in money, at least in my point of view.
I went to improve my writing and storytelling skills and found many mentors. On my ninth draft I realized this was the story that was shaping out to be what I wanted and could be something that even a stranger might enjoy. But the further I went along on my journey to become a better storyteller the less my stories became about sharing them with the world. Not that I intend not to, but I do realize that monetary gain is the absolute zero of why I write.
I write stories I want to read. My sense of completion and professionalism will undoubtedly see these stories to publication. Oh, yes, my "child" will not be thrown into the world to sink or swim, but will have all the know-how and capability to stand on its own. It will be professional. But it will be mine.
Edit's will need to be something I can live with while collaborating with an editor. It will be marketed the best I can but I will move forward. Some people might think "you've put all this work, time and money into this how do you not want to make money off it?" My answer will be that I will sell it, but a) it's my first book, b) I want to find out what it's like to do the entire process c) this is a hobby until it pays me or until I decide otherwise.
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